This must be a huge secret.
The ultimate secret: if a naval admiral finds out, he'll travel thousands of miles with his sword to personally cut off Jaina's head.
That is why, in the near future, Jaina will use the Horde to eliminate her father in the name of peace between the Alliance and the Horde, in order to prevent future troubles.
Robbie had no idea what the secret was.
But that didn't stop Robbie from using this secret to threaten Jaina.
"Lady Jaina, I think you've misunderstood. His Highness the Prince doesn't care about your romantic affairs. To a noble lady, these are merely trivial matters. Do you think we would risk negotiating with you over such a trivial matter? What Prince Highness knows is a real secret, a secret that your father is very concerned about."
"I don't know what you're talking about?" Jaina vehemently denied, but her expression betrayed her growing unease.
"No, you know what I'm talking about," Robbie said, feigning profundity.
"Impossible!" Jaina gasped, her voice trembling. "Nobody knew!"
"If you don't want anyone to know, then don't do it in the first place, Ms. Jaina. You probably don't know this, but when you're particularly tired, you sometimes talk in your sleep," Robbie said, subtly making up a story.
Jaina quickly covered her mouth, staring at Robbie with a look of surprise on her face for a long time.
We don't know each other.
"Of course I don't know them. To tell you the truth, in Kul Tiras, we've bribed many members of the upper class. You know, the upper class lives a very extravagant life and needs to spend a lot of money. Many impoverished nobles are willing to sell some gossip to maintain a respectable and wealthy lifestyle, and occasionally some of it contains very valuable information."
Jaina's face turned pale, and she said bitterly:
"Is it Sophia, or Alexia? Or could it be that bitch Lisa? I've suspected her for a long time."
Wow, the confidence level here is huge. They all sound like noblewomen.
Robbie glanced at the apples and cheese on the table and said with a serious expression:
"You don't need to know who leaked the information. If you don't want a secret letter to end up on your father's desk, you'd better cooperate with us. Our demands aren't high; we just need to enter Andorhal on the night of the full moon. One hour will be enough. Don't worry, this secret will be gone forever."
Jaina bit her lip, her eyes darting around, hesitant.
"Don't assume the Guardian will protect you. I think you should know very well that you don't hold much weight in the Guardian's heart, and he probably won't care about your family affairs," Robbie added.
"Alright, I promise you, on the night of the full moon, I will rearrange the patrols to give you an opening."
Jaina seemed to have made up her mind, but also warned, "This is the last time. If you threaten me with this secret again, I would rather break with my father and never return to Kul Tiras."
"Hehe, don't worry. Once you become Queen of Lordaeron, you'll be on equal footing with your father, and he won't be a threat to you anymore. Goodbye, future Queen Jaina, I hope we have a pleasant working relationship."
Robbie and Arthas left the quaint manor, leaving Arthas completely bewildered.
"Robbie, you know more about Jaina than I do?"
"You misunderstand, Prince Highness," Robbie chuckled. "These are all guesses, reasonable inferences drawn from Jaina's micro-expressions. Jaina's obsession with power proves that she has an urgent need for it."
Arthas frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and said uncertainly:
"Jaina's Rick, Proudmoore, died in the Second War, burned to death when his ship was attacked by Red Dragons enslaved by the Horde. The fact that the Red Dragon Queen was enslaved by the Orcs is shrouded in mystery. Even Dalaran only sent Rhonin, their weakest mage at the time, which was clearly a perfunctory effort. You know, the Red Dragon Queen's consort, Krasus, was a member of the Council of Six. It wouldn't be unreasonable for Dalaran to go to great lengths to rescue the Red Dragon Queen."
"So, the death of Jaina's brother could very well have been a conspiracy?" Robbie asked in surprise. "I wonder what role Jaina played in it? How old was she at the time?"
"Not only Jaina's brother, but even Jaina's father nearly lost his life in that battle." Arthas narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Nobles rarely have kinship; power is the greatest temptation in the world."
How many untold secrets are hidden in the tumultuous history of Azeroth?
Arthas breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it's the night of the full moon, so we can see Kel'Thuzad. As long as we know Medivh's weakness, Lordaeron might still have a chance."
Robbie glanced at the dark night sky and shook his head. "No, Prince Arthas, we're not going anywhere on the night of the full moon."
Arthas was a little confused, staring at Robbie with a puzzled look. "Robbie, to be honest, I don't quite understand."
"I only just figured it out myself."
Robbie said with a serious expression:
"Why would Kel'Thuzad publicly arrange a date with you on the night of the full moon? It's a conspiracy. If there were no reason, why would the Order of the Silver Hand, Thrall's Orcs Legions, and Sylvanas's Elf rangers be gathered in Andorhal?"
"You mean, Stratholme?"
The lords of Lordaeron are converging on Stratholme, and the military fortress is becoming increasingly crowded with people and resources.
"It turns out I wasn't chosen at all; it was just an excuse and a facade."
Arthas chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Prince Highness, almost everything in this world is earned through one's own efforts. Destiny never chooses anyone; it is people who choose their Destiny," Robbie said.
On a full moon night, in Andorhal.
Jaina had made all the arrangements well in advance, but unfortunately, the person who was supposed to come never arrived.
It wasn't until almost dawn that Thrall, Uther, Saurfang, and the others emerged from their hiding place.
Not far away, the humans, Orcs, High Elves who had been lying in ambush all night were yawning wearily, their faces showing resentment and dissatisfaction.
Thrall jumped up in anger, furiously demanding of Jaina, "Damn it, didn't you say Arthas would appear? How come we haven't seen anything? Not a single person!"
Jaina's expression changed as well; the morning mist made her face pale. She cried out in alarm, "We had everything planned out! There must have been a flaw in your ambush, allowing Arthas to see through it!"
When it comes to shirking responsibility, Jaina never backs down.
"You damned human girl, you must have been secretly colluding with Arthas." Thrall reached out to grab Jaina, Jaina nimbly dodged.
"I understand now. From beginning to end, this was all a planned conspiracy."
Uther remained clear-headed and analyzed the situation carefully:
"First, at Blackmist Fortress, Kel'Thuzad deliberately arranged to meet Arthas in Andorhal on the night of the full moon. Then, three Tauren visited as messengers, fabricating the prophecy of Frostmourne to draw our attention to Arthas. All of this was to keep us tied down in Andorhal."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's march on Stratholme!" Thrall said viciously.
The thunderous sound of war drums suddenly rang out, and ancient Warsong Clan echoed over Andorhal.
"Faith in light, a thirst for power"
Loyalty to Justice, longing for one's hometown.
We have noble blood flowing through our veins.
We are the people of Lordaeron.
Lordaeron, my homeland.
Blood and sorrow, life and death intertwined.
Facing the enemy, we advance to the death, standing with Lordaeron!
"What song is this?" Thrall asked in a panic.
"The Warsong Clan of Lordaeron," Jaina replied timidly.
The earth trembled, and an endless expanse of the Undead converged on Andorhal from all directions.
The vengeance of the Undead has begun.